Fie! The villainous curs of the entertainment industry have spoiled my monkey cleaning brothel! I curse their immortal creamy centers! Those without the virility of tortoises must depart immediately. No man's eyes are safe from the horror of the elderly recreationally fornicating. Give me the kneecaps of your spiders, so that I may endeavor to remove the marrow of all kittens. Thankfully I have obtained a hanger to perform the abortion. Until this toaster is cured there won't be enough bread.



So there ya' go.